Kate Atkinson Amazon Novels & Stories

Athena's heart clenched as she absorbed the gravity of Kate's words. The cool breeze rustled the leaves above, but the tranquility of the forest couldn't dispel the unease that had settled deep within her. She stood beneath the ancient oak, her gaze fixed on the horizon, lost in a realm of worry and trepidation. Kate, the old werewolf who had once been a confidante to Athena's father, Ardolf, watched her with sympathetic eyes. "Athena," she said gently, her voice carrying the weight of years spent in the shadows of the supernatural realm.

" She extended her arm out toward her manager and friend. "Deal." Kate ignored the out-stretched arm; she walked forward and gave Amanda a tight hug. As much as Amanda wanted the hug to continue, there was still much work she had to do. So she reluctantly stepped back. "I need you to clear my schedule, attend to the press if there is any and if you can, attend to my meetings but if you can't, postpone them." "What about your appointment with Doctor Ken?" Kate asked while walking towards the computer on her desk. She on chair in front f it and clicked open one files .

I had always known that my secretary was far from ordinary, but wasn’t that a little too much? I lifted my head and looked at Larry, the butler. “What’s the bad news then?” He cleared his throat. “Miss Kate drove her car and brought the gifts to the shelter for women during her breaktime. She… donated them all, your majesty.” Three-hundred-year-old Larry almost jumped from nervousness after seeing how my pen broke. “So, it was another failed attempt, huh? Where is she now?” Kate clocked out at five on the dot. I thought she would use the time to unwind or check the gifts so I could see her wear something else for once, but again, she proved me wrong. How come that other female vampires and h

“I remember, Kate. And thank you for moving my appearances and only leaving the two that really interested me.” “I am here to serve you, princess. You know it.” I smiled at the woman in front of me. Kate was British. Her dark skin made her honey-colored eyes stand out. She liked to wear her natural Afro hair, which enhanced her beauty. It has always seemed so strange to me she has not yet found her fated mate, since she was almost thirty years old. She was beautiful, athletic, intelligent, and gentle. The man or woman who was with her will take home a true gem.

My chest tightened; the air left my lungs. “Shifting? Here?” “She was falling apart!” Kate shouted, voice cracking. “You did this to her! She saw that video, you know the one. The one where you’re with Amaya!”I went still. My heart slammed once, hard. “That’s not…. Kate, that’s not what it looks like.” I added hastily, desperately trying to win her trust. Desperately tried to prove my point, but then she let out a very hearty curt laughter. Her laugh was short and cold.

She stood few blocks away from the cemetery gate, where she’ll be easily spotted by Athan without loosing attention. After few minutes, Athan came out of the cemetery. “He’s out, Theo should move now” she muttered. “Copy that” Kate replied from the other end. In a minute Theodore rode in a dispatch bike, he pretended to be a delivery guy. He stopped and handed a huge box to her and gave her a document to sign and she did. “Thank you ma’am” he muttered, stylishly winking at her before leaving. Amy stood there with the box in her hand, that looked too big for her to carry.

"I want you to leave," Kate said tightly, her chest heaving as she fought to drag oxygen into her lungs. She could not bring herself to look at him. It was pointless trying to defend herself—pointless to explain that she’d never had a proper boyfriend in all her twenty-two years. Ahsan clearly believed she was the Mata Hari of the Yorkshire Moors, and after the shameful way she had responded to him, she couldn’t really blame him. Shaking with reaction, she yanked open the library door and stood aside for Ahsan to pass—then gasped when he caught hold of her arm and slammed the door shut again, the blaze of anger in his eyes filling her with trepidation.